I am free, like the wind.
I am chained, like in prison.
I am the selfless gentleman.
I am the selfish bastard.
I am immortal, in the eyes of some.
I am dead, in the eyes of others.
I am the Hero, who will save the day.
I am the Villain, who will let it fall.
I am Sonic the Hedgehog,
This is who I am.
One told me that this was wrong.
And so I worried it was true.
But I know,
Worry has a set speed.
I outran worry,
Only to meet the truth.
And so I no longer care.
It's not worth it to care.
It doesn't matter, who is wrong and who is right.
All that matters is, you live life the way it should be.
A/N: No, this is not random. And yes, the title and summary does relate to this poem, it's just really hard to figure out how.
Actually, now that I think about it, I can't really see anyone fully understand what this poem means. Like, the immortal/dead part shouldn't be too hard to figure out, but the rest… eh, whatever.